I pick him up in my large, strong hand and look directly into his buzzed, bloodshot eyes with a scowl on my face, "Not so cocky now are we?" He told me that his name was "Bill" and he apologized and asked me to let him go - like everyone always does when they find themselves under my control. I pretend not to hear him, "What's that, you say your name is Nil? That's funny, cause that's what you are to me - nil, zilch, nothing."
He looks shocked as shit. I toss him up a foot in the air and catch him in my other hand. I toss him around a bit. His face looks green. The beer he drank along with being played with like a ball is making him very ill. Lucky for me, he already tossed almost everything up. So, I keep playing with him while he screams and flails around. I purposely catch him with one of my fingers ramming into his crotch about every other time.
I drop him down between my legs on the seat and drive down the road a bit to a good place to pull off the road. He looks like a wild animal trying to find a way to escape - but there is no escape for this punk. I end up pulling over and parking the rig and walking out pretty far into the woods to play with this little shit. I brought a backpack with some items that I like using when playing with my toys. I start time back up for everyone else. What to do, what to do?
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